“How’d you know that was in there?”
“Because I looked.”
“You don’t even try to hide your stalking tendencies,” she says.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” My eyes move over her, memorizing every detail of her face and burning it into my brain.
“What makes you think I’m nervous?” Her voice hitches.
“You’re making small talk.”
That earns me a laugh. “Okay, I am a little. But please don’t read too much into that because I really, really want to do this.”
“I know.” I graze her jaw with my fingers, enjoying the way she shivers for me. “And I’m really, really going to give it to you.”
Even if I am going to hell for it.
“I need to be able to see you.” I hold her sleep mask up. “You want me to do it?”
She bites her lip and nods, and I slide it into place, smoothing her hair down beneath the band. Her body relaxes, and I think she likes it when I take care of her. It’s not surprising, considering she hasn’t had much of that in her life. It makes me want to promise her things I can’t give her—like being the man who always takes care of her.
I pull off my mask and capture her mouth in a kiss instead.
At the first brush of my lips, she lets out a soft, needy sound like she’s been starving for it. It soothes the ache in my chest, because I know I fucking have. After what she just told me, she has no idea the beast she fed.
It was me.
All along, it’s been me.
I’m the megalodon.
It’s a bizarre thing to beat your chest about, but I’ll take it. The only thing that matters is it’s not someone else I’ll have to murder.
I settle my hips between her thighs and slide my tongue inside her mouth, drugging myself on the taste of her. For a while, I just stay there, making out with her the way I wanted to nine years ago. I never got the chance. Now, I don’t ever want to stop.
Gabi gets restless, curling her fists into my hoodie and trying to yank me closer so she can feel me up. When I don’t budge, she grunts in frustration and slips her hands beneath the fabric,pressing them against my back. She pauses to trace the line of an old scar, her touch so gentle it feels like she’s trying to heal it.
I let out an audible shudder, and she swallows it.
My cock already feels like it’s going to explode if I don’t get it inside her, just from holding her for the last few hours. But I don’t want to rush this. At the same time, I have to remember how much softer she is. She’s so breakable, I’ll have to tame this feral need to lay claim to her in the most primitive way.
When I let her come up for air, she lays there panting, lips swollen, a pretty pink flush spreading over her skin.
“When you kiss me, you really kiss me,” she murmurs.
“That was me being a gentleman,” I tease her, grazing her jaw with my lips.
Her entire body thrums with pleasure when I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. She brings out the wolf in me, stripping me down to my most primal instincts.
My teeth scrape over her throat, marking my territory all the way down to her collarbone. When I nip at it, she gasps.
I’ve always wanted to do that. I’m bizarrely fascinated by the size of her bones. It’s weird as fuck, but I’ve seen a lot of them, and none have been as delicate as hers. It makes me feel violent with the need to protect her.
I slide my fingers over her ribs, skimming them beneath her top. As I push the material up, she lifts her arms for me, and I guide the fabric over her head.
Next come her teeny-tiny shorts that probably wouldn’t even fit over one of my thighs. I have no fucking clue how I’m going to sink my cock inside her, but I’m going to try.
Once I’ve got her naked, she takes it upon herself to remind me that she wants to feel me too.
